The Duck

There is a mallard duck that has a nest in the dense flowery growth of our garden.

As a result, we have gone out and bought a manual lawnmower, (so as not to disturb her).

I’m taking exquisite pride in using it; like a grandmother tiptoeing around a baby sleeping in a nursery.

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